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Wednesday, August 31, 2016

The Warrior Princess

She wasn’t always a warrior. Even now she still bleeds and
feels pain and every wound. She stands and fights with weak knees and a
trembling heart. But she fights, gathering arrows and filling her quiver. She fights,
knowing the I Am who is ever near doesn’t waste her pain.

In times past there were days of defeat. Days when the
arrows lodged deep- so deep they couldn’t easily be torn from her flesh. She
writhed in pain and sunk deep in sorrow. She washed her wounds with her own
tears even as she scanned the battlefield for a friend, a helper that never
seemed to come. Those were the days that darkness swallowed her soul, that
victory seemed sure for the enemy, that the arrows seemed to wound almost
mortally deep. Those days when her knees buckled and her tears ran were the
days she knew she had to keep trying. Trying to tear the arrows from her side.
Trying to pull herself up. Trying to stand straight even if she must lean on
the presence of the I AM. She knew if she tried to stand on her own she would
surely fall and all would be lost. But if she didn’t try she knew the darkness
would win.

Arrows seemed to fly so fast and furious and many found
their mark. She looked at the arrows protruding painfully from her heart. They
had names. Names like Abuse, Fear, Rejection, Depression, Anxiety,
Perfectionism, Worry, Hopelessness, Loss, Grief, Sorrow, Loneliness. Some hit
their mark so deeply that the wound gushed for days, weeks, months, even years.
Some she easily removed but as soon as they were dislodged a new one just like
it, or even stronger lodged in the same tender place.

The fighting became tiresome and her blood, sweat and tears
seemed to begin to lose value. But yet, the presence of the I AM moved her ever
so slightly and ever so gently. The Goodness of the I AM seemed to hold her up.
He seemed to drip the cordial of Faith and Grace on her wounds from time to
time. At the perfect time. At the last moment. The moment she thought she had
been mortally wounded. The cordial seeped deep and warm and healing into the open
wounds giving her just enough strength to stand once again.

She stood. As a tentative child on the inside even as He
called her a regal warrior princess. She let the I AM steady her steps and lift her head with his
Goodness. She let Him minister to and heal the wounds. She took a breath of
fresh air but as sure as the air entered her lungs the arrows began flying once
again. Hitting their mark, stealing her joy. Shattering her hopes and dreams.
Wounding, tearing and cutting at her soul.

She closed her eyes. She leaned hard into the I AM. She
reached with a trembling hand and grasped an arrow burning and protruding from
her side. She whispered the words the I AM had spoken to her, “This will not be
wasted.” And she yanked it out hard and fast, leaving the stinging wound wide
open. With force and determination she plunged the arrow into the quiver on her
back. One at a time, with a strength that could have only come from the I AM,
she continued to yank the arrows from the wounds in her body and force them
into her quiver. Bleeding and broken she stood. This time bearing the call as
the Warrior Princess.

She stood and stared into the enemy lines. From deep within
she cried words not of this world. Words of strength and courage. Words that
came from the I AM. She knew He had given her the quiver on her back and the
bow in her hand for such a time as this.

Scanning the battlefields before her she saw the bodies
strewn bleeding and wounded before her. She saw the arrows flying through the
sky, many hitting their marks in the hearts of those people. She saw the
people, their eyes full of fear. She saw some starring in disbelief at the
arrows in their sides. She saw some giving up and wishing for death. She saw
some wandering around aimlessly not knowing what to do.

She took hold of the bravery the I AM had given her at her
birth and she stooped low before a young, wounded soul. She saw the name on the
arrow. She sought the arrow bearing the same name from her own quiver and with a vengeance she took aim at the enemy
and fired. The I AM made sure the arrow hit straight and true.

With a tenderness and compassion birthed through
understanding, she lifted the wounded soul from the field to walk beside her.

Again and again the Warrior Princess found arrows in her
quiver bearing names that matched those that were wounding others. Boldly she
would place the matching arrow on her bow and fire. Knowing the I AM would
guide the arrow. Arrow after arrow became protection for others. Arrows that
had been intended to kill her now became weapons that ministered faith and hope
to others.

However, some on the battlefield covered their faces and
refused her help out of shame. Some looked at her in disbelief calling her a
fake and a fraud. Others refused to let her even get close enough to name the
arrow. But for the few who accepted her strength and courage she fought. She
fought hard.

Today she stands as a warrior not because she has always
been a warrior but because she fell hard and leans hard on the I AM. Today she
knows more arrows are coming, some will hit their mark, will wound and burn and
even take her breath away. But there is something else she knows. The Goodness
of the I AM. She has Him and He has her and He said the pain can make her
brave. He said the strength comes in the fighting. He gave her the quiver. He
taught her to use the arrows and He will make them straight and true.

She still bleeds and feels the pain. Her hands still tremble
and her knees quake but today she will stand, gather arrows and fight like the
Warrior Princess the I AM told her she is.

(This is a word picture of a vision the Lord gave to a very good friend of mine for me.)

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